50 Years Ago....

In February of 1964 I took a bus to downtown Detroit from the 'burbs and got off on Trumbull Ave. next to the old Tiger Stadium. My reprobate uncle had told me the local blacks sold pot by the "deuce". A deuce was the amount of pot that would fit into one of those old matchbooks. About 1-2 grams. The name came from the price, $2. My uncle told me he saw sales all the time outside the 4 Aces bar. Took me 10 minutes to score because I knew what to ask for. A pimply 14 year old white kid wouldn't of gotten very far without being able to speak the lingo. I waited until the following Sunday so I could play sick when the rest of the family went to church. I had stolen a pipe and laid up in bed with a towel and bucket on my chest in case I got sick. I hot-boxed my way through the deuce in 2 bowls. Almost got sick and never got a buzz. A week later I tried again and go the munchies so bad I did get sick. The last 50 years has gone well, thank you very much. BigSteve. Next time I'll tell about the time my LSD trip was interrupted by a narcotics agent with ID saying his name Sergeant Pepper.